A fragrant breeze drifted into Xiao Yan's nose. He felt something soft beneath his head, seemingly someone's thigh.
He opened his eyes to find a young woman watching him calmly.
"You're-Nalan Yanran?!"
Xiao Yan jolted awake and realized that, at some point, he had been brought into a passenger cabin.
The cabin was roughly twenty square meters, with soft couches for resting arranged around its edges. A lacquered wooden table stood in the middle, bearing an incense burner that released wafts of medicinal fragrance.
Seeing Xiao Yan wake, Nalan Yanran merely raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression barely changing.
"You're awake? I thought you'd sleep a little longer."
Xiao Yan abruptly sat up and darted aside, eyeing Nalan Yanran warily. "You-what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Isn't it obvious? You were badly injured and unconscious, so I rescued you. That's all."
Nalan Yanran's tone was flat. Compared to their first meeting, her disposition seemed to have become even more-aloof.
Xiao Yan probed her with his spiritual power, only to discover, to his surprise, that Nalan Yanran's spiritual power was extremely weak. Or perhaps "incomplete" was a better description.
An ordinary person's spiritual power was like a burning flame, but Nalan Yanran's soul now amounted to no more than a tiny flicker.
Strangely, however, that tiny flicker burned fiercely, as though consuming more of itself to transform into some kind of power.
"How did you end up like this?"
After all, she was still his fiancée in name, so Xiao Yan asked instinctively.
"I don't know. I've already forgotten the reason. But according to my teacher, I seem to have contracted some strange illness. It keeps stripping away my memories and emotions until I become nothing more than a walking corpse."
Nalan Yanran's tone was frighteningly calm, as though